Miss Musing

Word vomit, poetry, and perhaps some broken thoughts.

[flawlessdecay]

Faith has come to sit with me. Will she stay? Will she stay? Faith has seemed to wither a bit. Will she stay? Will she stay? Faith was gone by mornings light. Will she return? Will she return

[flawlessdecay]

Throw away the anger that is festering within. It will never quench the thirst they have acquired. You may be the offspring of booze hounds, A strange looking child with an unfortunate face It shall pass my dear it shall pass

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“You give me goose bumps”, she said As she stared at the dead. Knowing she had won, As she felt the blood run Over her skin in drops. This is a lust that never stops.

[flawlessdecay]

My faults line the roads ready to crumble what we have built. I can not hold it all together on my own. My body is a tremor. Can you steady me? Give me stiffness in my spine, While reminding me I am still alive?

[flawlessdecay]

We were the monsters that lived beneath her bed. The voices that screamed within her head. She fed our mouths with what she could. We never really understood, That we, we were her waking nightmare. But also we were her only care.

[flawlessdecay]

Nobody listens to that voice sitting at the edge of a heated conversation. That hoarse little sound that screams reason, While the argument ignores the facts ad eats itself.

[flawlessdecay]

Devoured until blistered skin is new again. Unyielding metamorphosis, a trial by pain. Progressing towards an ugly horizon, Praying the view changes once the sun has risen. Tomorrow will I stay this course of misery, Mixed with the remembrance of my history? Perhaps not, maybe I dance on the other side of agony, Swaying in the tides of my own blissful symphony.

[flawlessdecay]

Constant is the sound of whimpers. Adult mouths overturned in a constant scowl. This is who you are now. The bitterest of prunes

[flawlessdecay]

So bored help me

lol this is whAt happens when your son and husband go to sleep and you cannot.

[flawlessdecay]

Midnight, only trees, And power lines watched. Electricity surged through us. Momentary elation dances In each and every nerve. Then I remember her, And the three faces you made. I was lost and saved. You were just lost, In the eyes of my youth. Thievery and deception. Thank the Lord for contraception. For you were a pit stop not my home. Thanks to sense I left you alone.

[flawlessdecay]

Wear not a single sin upon your hem. Ignore everything you have seen upon them. They can carry a drunkards heart, A belligerent part. Not you. Do as the angels do. Not you. Not you. March, but not a single dance. Waiver the right to take a chance. Perfection is all that will pass. Put on heirs and take class. Not you. Do as the royals do. Not you Not you

[flawlessdecay]

Broken hearts litter the ground, Like stones outside the window. Each one has it's face attached. Not the name. Is there any shame in that? Throwing nameless faceless Away, compost,just compost

[flawlessdecay]

Yellow is the color of my heart it seems. Never bold was i. Just an empty sarcophagus Of undiluted cowardice.

[flawlessdecay]

We took the long way around. Years soaked in cheap whiskey. Loves gained and lost, We never saw the path laid out. Time moved on as did our lives. But now it is only you, and i, And your tiny mirror image. Who only has my smile. Funny isn't it?

[flawlessdecay]

If death come to court me And I go on with him. Remember not my face. Think only of my words. The ink I have laid nearly In line some with out reason. Some with rhyme.

[flawlessdecay]

Just a screen and voice Disembodied. Beauty radiates into Empty rooms. Intoxicating. But poison seems the smell

[flawlessdecay]

Lost verses mix with curses held on the tongue. That is where inspiration hides. Inside frustration, irritation and moments without rhyme